It was insane the amount of cash someone was willing to pay to have the body they were given turned into a Barbie doll. I never understood it.
How could they let a doctor take what they were born with and make it plastic?
What was the purpose?
I knew the answer, and it was just as sad as it was simple.
It was all because of media backlash over what was acceptable. Because of popular magazines declaring what woman or men should look like.
It was because the world had decided women over a size eight were plus sized, and that men should have calves as large as their biceps. To me it was complete bullshit.
All the lipo, the injections, the silicone, it was disgusting. A mask that needed upkeep, replacements, and followups to make sure nothing was infected or burst.
Fuck that.
Every body was perfect the way it was made. We all have our own flaws, we all have our own likes and dislikes. But to willingly go under the knife to try and find your ultimate happiness...
Pointless.
I know I might sound hypocritical. I layer skin with ink that wasn't meant to be there. I'm sure a lot of people would say it's the same thing, but it's not, it's far from it.
I'm not changing their body into a completely different form, I'm adding to the beauty it already displayed.
Tattoos are an art, an expression of someone and their personality, or the life they've led. You can learn a lot about someone from the ink they wear.
My suggestion, take the time to ask them about it, see what you learn.
The blonde shifted on her feet, my eyes immediately drawn to her hips curving in below the ribs. She was fitted with a starring hour glass figure my fingers could stroke for days.
I couldn't pull my eyes off her, she was stunning.
Standing a foot behind her friend, she chewed on her bottom lip, teeth nibbling away the color. She looked more reserved, and shy. Her hands were wrapped tightly behind her back, legs crossed over each other as she stood plastered in place with bare feet.
“We...” The red haired woman flicked a finger between her and her cute friend. “Want to get tattoos. Right, Lo?” Shooting her friend a playful glance, she looked back at me.
“Well, this is the right place for that. Do you know what you want to get and where?”
I can only hope you do. Make this as easy as possible for me. Please.
Pressing a finger to her lips, the redhead's eyes flirted in my direction. “What do you recommend? I mean as far as places go?” Tugging her skirt up higher, she dipped a toe into the floor. “Because I'll get tattooed any place you'd like to see. My body is willing, and so am I.” Her hand slipped up her side, wrapping over her breast.
Is she for real? No, thank you. But your friend... She's worth exploring.
Taking a heavy breath, I looked over her shoulder to the quiet blonde. “Do you know what you want?”
She didn't speak, only shaking her head with uncertainty. Her eyes were held open wide, a delicate fear sitting in the darkness of her pupils. Tight curls floated over her collarbone, spiraling up into her scalp.
Instantly I saw myself twining my fingers deep inside, letting the silky strands tighten against my palm as I pulled.
A little tug might calm her nerves, it might ease the tension coiling inside her belly.
No, not tonight. Deadline, you have a deadline.
“Well, it seems to me you ladies haven't thought this through. How about you guys go home, think it over, and come back when you have a better idea of what you'd like to get.”
The redhead turned bright crimson. Her skin enhanced five shades, the pale white turning bright cherry. I was pretty sure if her eyes could have shot lead slugs at me, she would have.
She doesn't like being told no. One of them... Great.
I knew this wouldn't be simple.
“Excuse me? I'm here, ready for one now, and you're saying you won't do it?” Her hand snapped to her hip, jaw crooking to the side.
Holding my hand up, I said, “Look, tattoos are permanent. If you're going to get one, I really think you should know what you want. The last thing I need is to cement your skin in ink that can't be erased if you don't like it tomorrow when you wake up.”
Slamming a finger onto my portfolio, she pushed her nail in hard, denting the picture. “I want this.”
Cringing to the sight of my damaged photo, I shook my head. “That's not how I do things around here,” I said, stepping to the album and closing it. “These are pictures of other people's tattoos. I can draw you up something similar, but I won't draw the same exact image for you. Each one I do is unique to the person.” Brushing past the fire faced girl, I stepped to her friend. “How about you, do you have any idea about what you want?”
“Not really, I never thought about getting one before.” Her fingertips circled her mouth, plucking at the lower lip.
I couldn't stop staring at her. The way her lips plumped up and curved as she spoke, a soft shimmer glistened across the surface. The remnants of lip gloss was enhanced by the lighting above, turning them to dewy petals.
Petals I wanted to run my thumb over, delicate skin I wanted to nibble till she couldn't resist my tongue.
Those lips can wrap my cock anytime.
She was fucking beautiful. Her eyes were bright blue with green and gold sparkles as they caught the glow of florescent lighting. Her hair was frizzled, ponytail bouncing in soft movement as it swayed against her shoulders.
The girl had an air of innocence that radiated off her body. Innocence I wanted to crush between my hands, purity I wanted to destroy with deep hard thrusts.
And it was fucking turning me on.
My cock was pulsing to life, thickening with the silence and softness of her voice.
“I'm guessing you don't have any other tattoos, huh?”
“Nope, you guessed right.” Her lips pulled tight, an awkward smile lifted to her ear.
“Well, let me just say, I'd love to pop your tattoo cherry.” Drawing my thumb across my lip, I pressed in closer to her.
“Excuse me?” Tilting her head to the side, her hands folded up under her arms, one shoe tucked snugly under each side. “No one said anything about popping any cherries tonight.” Flipping her head towards her friend, her jaw went taut. “Beth, let's go, I'm not letting this ass near my skin.”
A no bullshit kind of girl, even better. Her friend might have led her here, but at least she's not a complete pushover.
“You'd be doing yourself a favor if you let me near your skin. I promise I'll be gentle since it's your first time.” Chuckling, I drew my hand over my head. “Everyone remembers their first time, and you'd be lucky to say it was me.”
“Are you a pervert or just a walking dick? Because personally... I'd say you're both.” Her lip arched, eyes veering down the bridge of her nose.
Her friend cut in before I could answer. “Lo, I know he doesn't have the greatest manners, but he's supposed to be the best around. We need to do this, I didn't walk in here, only to walk out still bare.” Leaning against the desk, red cupped the trim with her palms. “I love Lillies, can you do a Lily on my lower back?”
I didn't want to see the sexy blonde turn and walk out my door. Blood had surged my cock, prickles had encased my entire body. She did something to me I couldn't explain.